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[spiderwell]

Kinktober Day 17: Tender

The group was attacked by a wasp-spider while exploring an underground cavern. They tried to fight it with fire, but they were low on mana and potions. The first chance it got, the wasp-spider stuck its dick into the archer's ass and started pumping its larvae into him.

The mage and the warrior screamed obscenities and attacked the spider with renewed vigor, but they could barely pierce the giant monster's skin, their attacks useless. They watched their friend scream in agony, held down by the creature's many legs, begging for their help as a disgusting shlick-shlick sound filled the cavern, his belly expanding and filling out far too quickly. The minute the wasp-spider was done, it dropped the archer and left, crawling up the steep side of the cave wall and through a tunnel in the ceiling, away from the group.

The mage and warrior rushed to the archer's side. The warrior pulled him into his arms and the archer fought back, not realizing he was released at first. The warrior hugged the archer to his chest and slung an arm under his knees and picked him up while the mage grabbed the rest of their gear and together they all ran out of the cavern, back to the stopping point they found earlier in the cave.

Once they reached the remains of their former campfire, the mage haphazardly laid out their bedrolls, so the warrior could sit with the crying archer in his lap. The archer was cradling his bloated belly, his body shaking uncontrollably, wracked with tremors. The warrior had a large hand cradling the back of the archer's head to his chest, rocking them gently, while the mage lit the campfire and quickly settled their gear.

The mage came back to the duo, tense, nearly shaking themself, "Let me examine you."

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The archer whimpered in response, but when the mage tried to touch his belly, he jerked back, "Stop! No, wait!" He froze for a second before a sob bobbled up and he buried his head into the warrior's neck, sobbing. He was inconsolable, weeping in the warrior's arms as his ass leaked unknown fluids.

"Let me try and run a diagnostic spell?"

The archer's eyes were squeezed shut, head curled down, "it hurts."

"What if you lie down?" The warrior was running a hand up and down the archer's back, trying to soothe him.

Eventually they convinced him to lie down, across the warrior's lap, his belly hanging below between his legs. The archer moaned when his hips spread open in this position, burying his head in his arms and trying to control how much he shook when he cried.

The mage waved a magically glowing hand over the archer. Their knowledge of healing magic was minimal, but they could at least take basic vitals. The archer's heart rate and blood pressure were elevated, his mana, stamina, and strength were draining by the second and weren't being replenished, he was showing immediate signs of distress and possibly shock, and he had several traumatic injuries both internally and externally. Nothing none of them didn't already know. The mage wished they had studied more restoration magic.

They placed a firm hand on the archer's bare thigh. "You have to get them out."

"No. Please. I can't." The archer tried to turn his head towards the mage.

"They'll do more damage the longer they stay inside you. You—your body isn't contracting…you'll have to push them out."

"I—" a larva moved inside the archer, causing his spine to lock in pain. He laid back down, hiding his face in between his arms. "I can't."

The warrior put a comforting hand to the archer's head, "they need to come out."

The archer held his breath and released a sob into his arms. Once. Then twice. Then he was sobbing again, "I can't do this you guys, I can't, I can't, I can't."

"Come'on, it's not as many as you think, I can sense them inside you." This only made the archer sob harder. "You just need to push them out. You can do this."

"Not now. I can't, I can't." He lifted his head again, "please, can we wait til morning?"

The warrior looked from the archer to the mage. His eyes were soft and sympathetic towards the archer's plight. The mage could tell he was about to give in.

They shook their head. "That's eight hours away. We'd never leave you undefended with a monster for that long in the first place, we're not leaving them in your ass." The mage glanced at the warrior when they said this, making sure he understood the gravity of the situation too.

The archer shined and laid back down, "one hour then. Just let me rest. The eggs can wait that long."

The mage and the warrior looked back at each other, eyes wide. The archer felt their hesitation and turned around to look at them

"What?"

The warrior looked down to the archer first, sympathetic, "they're larva, not eggs."

The archer frantically shot up, whimpering when it put too much pressure against his bloated belly, "spiders lay eggs!"

"And wasps produce larva."

"What—no, it wasn't, it had eight legs…"

"It was a wasp-spider. We got a good look at it."

The archer was frozen, tears gathering in his eyes.

"Hey, hey! It's going to be okay! We'll help you get them out." The warrior stroked his back, his large hand taking up most of the archer's spine

The archer buried his face in his arms again, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The mage hovered behind the archer, waiting for the archer to say anything else. They looked to the warrior, who was looking concerned at the archer in his lap. When he finally noticed the mage, he looked at them with anxious eyes, begging for help. The mage shuffled their feet. "How do you want us to help?"

The archer paused for a second, then mumbled into his arm, "Fucking get them out. Please. Do whatever you need to get them out."

The mage paused, calculating. The warrior continued to stroke the archer's back, the archer's shoulders trembling at the feeling. The warrior was great at comforting his friends, but was only capable of hurting monsters, freezing whenever he made someone cry, looking to the mage for help. The archer was suspiciously pliant. He hadn't tried to walk or even stand since being attacked, letting the warrior carry him. The mage didn't sense any broken bones, though he had several severe lacerations and muscle tears. But he was laying too still. The mage didn't know how much help the archer would even be pushing the larva out.

The mage's stomach turned. They would probably have to help pull the larvae out. "When you say to do whatever we need, you don't mean 'anything'."

"I—" the archer lifted his head and weakly looked back at the duo. "I—I really can't push right now. I feel like I've been torn in half." He turned an eye to the mage, "I trust you. Get them out."

The mage moved their hand to the archer's back, observing the archer, feeling his skin tremble. His hips didn't move once, laying limp against the warrior's leg. "Even with my magic, it's going to hurt."

"Yeah." The archer buried his face back into his arms, "I still trust you."

"Okay."

The mage prepared the space quickly, filling a bucket of water and imbuing it to have sterilization and lubricating properties. The warrior worked to remove the rest of the archer's clothing. Together, they lifted the archer's hips and laid a blanket across the warrior's lap, resting the archer back on top. The archer closed his eyes and whimpered when he was moved, but otherwise laid limp in their hold.

The mage put both hands on his ass cheeks and spread them to look at his ravaged hole for the first time. The archer too in a sharp breath, tensing as his cheeks were parted. The warrior cradled his face in his hand, the archer nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort where he could.

"I'm going to start stretching you out. Try to relax." The mage worked one finger around the archer's hole, watching as it trembled at their touch. They circled it a few more times before pushing inside, stretching him out with one, then two fingers. The archer's hands clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation.

"Can you try to push?"

"N–ahhh!" The archer gasped and pushed his face into the warrior's hand. "Gods, it hurts!"

"It's only two fingers."

"I know!" The archer took a gasping breath, "I know!" He whined, long and hurt. "Just keep going. Don't stop."

The warrior stroked his head, the base of his neck, around his shoulder blades and down his back. The comforting thought made the archer lean back down and press his forehead to the bedroll, gasping quietly.

The mage waited for his breathing to even out before adding another finger. They thrust into the archer for a bit, trying to open and stretch him up. They worked their last finger and then the tip of their thumb inside his hole. The archer was making constant, distressed noises at the feeling, the warrior trying to whisper words of comfort and encouragement.

"Brace yourself." The mage pushed in.

The archer screamed into the bedroll when the mage's fist breached him and nearly started hyperventilating. His arms shot out and clawed at the edges of the bedroll, scrambling in pain. His hips were tense, but still lying prone across the warrior's legs, still unmoving. With their hand now fully inside the archer, the mage was suddenly worried that something else was very wrong with him.

"You did so great!" The warrior's voice was cracking as he tried to encourage the archer.

The archer's voice trembled, "gods…it hurts."

"You're doing great, just let them work."

The mage spread the archer's legs slightly wider to open his hole and the archer gasped into the warrior's lap, holding onto his leg with his arms. Once the mage was inside the archer's ass, it was easier to dig their fist deeper, his passage trembling open.

When their hand brushed against his prostate and the archer jumped, jerking away from the mage, swinging their head around to glare at them with wild eyes, "Don't."

The mage's cheeks colored, "Sorry. Accident. I'll try to avoid it, okay?" They pushed their hand deeper and their knuckles hit the first larva and it wiggled against their hand. The mage worked overtime to keep their reaction to a minimum.

"I'm touching the first one." The archer keened in his throat, turning to bury his face again. The mage held their hand firmly against the disgusting larva. "Try and push. Please. It'll help."

"I can't! It feels like you're tearing me open."

"Work with me!" The archer flinched and the mage felt ashamed, fucking fuck, they didn't mean to yell. They spoke in a neutral tone. "Even small pushes will help. If it's only me pulling, it'll hurt more."

The archer cried at the mage's suggestion, but worked to lift his arms under himself, forearms pressed into the thin bedding, tucking his chin to his chest. The mage cast a sticky spell on the larva, gripping their hand onto its body, so they could help pull.

The archer wailed when he started pushing. "It hurts! I can't do this! I can't!!" His belly trembled and his arms shook with the effort. The mage worked with the minimal laboring and pulled the larva along his inner tract. The archer tensed, his belly convulsing and the larva wiggling around inside him. He managed to croak "Stop! Please!" and then stopped moving, lying still and breathing slowly.

"I can feel it just inside! Keep pushing!"

"Just pull it out…please, just pull it out" the archer was limp, wheezing for air.

The mage continued to pull the larva until it had nearly breached his hole. But the sticky spell wore off. Or most likely, the magical larva deactivated the spell. "Fuck, give me a second.."

The archer was trembling uncontrollably, "No. No! It's pushing on my prostate—move it! Get it out!"

"The spell wore off!"

"Pull it out!!"

The mage pushed their hand deeper into the archer and gripped the larva around the folds in its body and pulled.

The archer tensed and screamed. "GODSSSSSSSSSSS—Get it out! Get it out!!!"

The mage pulled, their arm forcing the archer's asshole to open and stretch around the combined girth of their wrist and the larva. The archer choked on his spit as their hole was stretched.

The mage closed their eyes and struggled as the larva fought to be extracted. "I'm sorry." They could feel the way the archer's rim deformed over every single knuckle on their hand as they pulled it from his hole. Finally when their hand and larva was out, the mage threw the larva into the crackling campfire besides the bedrolls. The larva exploded in the fire, dying instantly, its slimy guts nearly putting the flames out.

The archer spoke first, "We need a bigger fire."

"I can do that." The mage was relieved to take a break and focus on something as simple as elemental magic.

They widened the campfire to the size of a bonfire, widening the stone pit and growing the fire. The cave temperature rose, making the mage sweat in their robes, but the archer relaxed against the warrior, the warmth no doubt feeling better against his naked skin. The mage filtered the carbon dioxide and oxygen, circulating the air so the scent of the fire was pulled up and away from the group and clean air was returned to the archer.

When the mage turned back around, they saw the archer tensed in pain, his entire body trembling, head down and sniffling into his arms. The warrior's hands were running up and down down the archer's back in smooth lines. His belly was trembling underneath him, the larva visibly moving, stretching and bulging his belly out. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was breathing rhythmically. The warrior was whispering mindless praise over and over, "you did so well," "keep breathing, just like that," "you're doing great," "we'll get them out soon."

The archer took gasping sobs, fingernails digging into his own arms, barely able to talk, "just get them all out…no matter what."

The mage hummed in response and dipped their hands into the bucket of lubed-water, imbuing it with additional slippy properties, the substance turning thick and gelatinous. They lubed their hand and pressed it to the archer's hole, pressing all five fingers inside at once.

The archer tensed and struggled away from them, "I—" they gasped as the mage pushed inside. The warrior hummed, rubbing a hand between his shoulder blades and the archer trembled, trembling as he forced himself to stay still, "it hurts.."

"I know. I'm sorry." The mage had the smallest hands out of the group, but they felt sorry for the archer's poor ass. "I'll get them out. I promise." The mage pushed their fist inside and the archer's back tensed as they yelped into their elbow, voice cracking. "It's okay, make whatever noises you want."

The archer cried out as the mage pushed past their wrist and their arm stretched their rim wide, "…it hurts."

"I'm sorry."

"I can't."

The warrior cooed at the archer. The mage pushed further into his ass until they reached another larva. The creature was moving and wiggling and it was difficult for the mage to get a grip around its body. The archer whimpered as his insides were ravaged.

"Stop. Please."

"I've got a grip on it, I'm moving it now."

The archer whimpered when the larva fought the mage as it was pulled towards his exit. But when his prostate was stimulated again, he yelled, his hands clawing into the bedroll. "No! I can't! Don't make me cum!"

The mage struggled to hold the larva steady. "Breathe. I'm pulling it out now."

"NO!! I hate this! Fuck it hurts!! Gods, noooooooooooooo…."

The larva left his ass with another painful stretch. The archer sobbed when the larva exited, his hole was gaping and dripping slime down into the blanket. The mage threw the larva into the bonfire and it exploded, easily consumed by the larger flames.

The mage placed their hand against the archer again. "I'm going to get another one. I'm sorry."

"No!" The archer wiggled against the warrior's lap, "I'm not ready!"

The warrior's hand stroking down his spine was all it took for him to collapse against his legs, whimpering and whispering, "…it hurts…" as the mage worked their arm into his ass. This time the mage had to work their arm deeper into the archer to feel for a larva.

The archer croaked, his lungs struggling to fill with air. "Take it out, your arm feels worse than the spider's cock." But the mage grabbed hold of the next larva and started working backwards out of the archer's hole. The archer trembled, unable to do anything but hold on.

The warrior stroked their hair and whipped their tears as the mage started pulling the larva out. "You're doing so good" The archer sobbed at the praise, which only encouraged the warrior to continue. "They'll be done soon, it'll be okay." He stroked the archer's hair. "You're doing great."

The mage worked as quickly as they could, pulling the larva out of the archer. The deeper the larva, the more tortured the cries left the archer, his insides bruised from the constant wiggling of the larva as they exited his body. When the mage reached his prostate again, the archer jerked and moaned.

"No. No, no, no, no. Please, stop it! I can't take it!!"

"I'm sorry."

"It's too big. Gods! Please don't let me cum. I don't want to."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want this."—the archer sobbed—"I don't want to do this."

The mage worked the larva out of the archer's hole, eyes determined to hold the parasite tight and not slip again. The archer grunted and moaned when his hole was stretched by the mage's fist. The mage threw the larva into the bonfire like the last one.

The archer was crying softly against the warrior's leg, obviously tired, body unmoving.

"I want to take another scan of you."

"They're moving." The archer whispered, eyes glazed over, "they hurt so bad when they're moving."

The mage quickly scanned the archer's body. It seemed like there were at least six or seven larva still inside the archer. His mana was at zero, it was completely absorbed by the larva. Maybe that was what happened with the sticky spell, did the larva absorb mana? His stamina was dangerously low and his heartbeat was dangerously elevated.

"There's a lot more, I can't count them clustered together like they are."

The archer was tired, eyes closed and head resting on the bedroll, "get them out."

When the mage stuck their hand inside the archer, his back tensed and he started yelling again, "Gods, your hand fucking hurts!"

The mage worked their arm in deeper, the larva were active and spreading out in the vacant room by the ones that had been removed. They pulled the larva out of the archer, while they cried and protested. The mage apologized over and over and over, every time the archer would scream.

"Please stop! You're hurting me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You're doing so well!"

One more larva was pulled out. The mage inserted their fist into the archer before they could think.

"Fuck, fuck! Gods it hurts. Your arm is too deep! Please stop!"

"I'm so sorry."

Another larva left the archer's ass and was thrown into the bonfire. The mage reached for another larva.

"STOP! Gods your arm hurts! It feels worse than the spider's dick! Take it out! It feels like the spider is breeding me again!! Stoppppppp."

The mage dutifully searched inside the archer and pulled one more out of his ass. They had a knot in their throat and knew their voice would crack if they tried to speak. They pulled the third one from the archer's ass, his voice reaching a high shrill when it rubbed over his prostate. The archer sobbed as the mage pulled the third larva from his ass

The archer collapsed against the warrior's legs, crying. "It hurts. I'm being torn apart. It hurts so much."

The warrior wiped the sweat from the archer's forehead. "I know, I know. It'll be over soon. You're going great."

A total of six larva had left the archer now. The mage examined the archer again and found that another four were left inside. They took a shaky breath, trying to calm their nerves. "There are four more." They looked at the warrior, "but I think we should take a short break."

The archer didn't move and sobbed.

The warrior moved his hand to the archer's head, stroking his hair away from his face. "You should drink some water."

"I'm too tired."

"Then let me help you up." The warrior wrapped an arm around the archer and helped him lean against the warrior's torso. The warrior pressed a waterskin gently to the archer's mouth, letting him take little sips. The archer drank and trembled, tears still falling down his cheeks. His belly was still a gurgling mess. Though it looked smaller, with more than half of the larva removed, the larva that were still inside him were more active, pressing and shifting his skin as they moved inside him.

The mage was watching the archer's movements the whole time. Trying to find the courage to ask him their question. They blurted it out instead. "Pause," their heartbeat surged, "are you okay?"

The archer stopped drinking from the waterskin and whimpered, "no." They rolled back down, lying in the warrior's lap. They pressed their head into their crossed arms and moaned.

"I'm serious…are you still okay with this?"

"Stop fucking asking me." The archer's reply was muffled by their arms.

"You yelled that my arm hurt more than the wasp-spider cock. I'm serious, are you still okay with this?"

The archer tensed uncomfortably at the question. After a beat he answered, "it does fucking hurt…you're arm—" but his voice cracked on the end of the sentence and he didn't finish the statement.

The mage breathed through their nose. "I know, I'm sorry." They hovered a hand over the archer's leg, but chose not to touch him. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts." They started at the back of the archer's head. "But that's why I'm asking. The remaining ones are deeper."

"So fucking get them out."

"I'm—listen…I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, but I'll probably need to reach my whole arm inside you."

The archer audibly gulped, "no, that's—I'm—I don't want to." He sobbed against the bedroll, hands clenched hard. His belly gurgled with the remaining larvae, he breathed heavily through his nose and whispered, "it hurts…get them out…"

Another knot was forming in the mage's throat. "I'm sorry," they had to whisper just to get the words out, "yell at me as much as you want, okay? I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The mage stopped talking. They didn't know much more they could say to the archer besides apologizing.

The mage re-lubed their hand and pushed it into the archer's ass. He froze, started shaking with every breath. The mage worked their arm deeper, until it reached their elbow. The archer was moaning brokenly, whimpering when the mage rocked their hand too hard inside him. The mage reached a larva and pushed their arm deeper to get a better grip on it.

The archer started crying again. "Gods…it hurts…It feels like you're tearing me apart. Please make it stop."

"I'm sorry." The mage pulled the larva through his passage. The archer shook against the warrior's legs, who was whispering praise over and over. The mage reached the archer's prostate again and he started yelling.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it. STOP-FUCK—NOT THERE!! Not there! Not there!! Gods please move it! Move it, move it! I CAN'T!! NO! GODS!!" The archer trembled uncontrollably as his prostate was crushed by the wiggling larva.

"I'm so sorry." The mage pulled the larva out, "just three more." They pushed their hand in again, their entire arm lubed past their elbow.

The archer shook his head, "No! Noooo! It hurts too much. Don't!" The mage worked their arm deep into the archer and he cried, "Please stop! I can't do this! Your arm is huge! Fuck, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Please stop!"

The next larvae was even deeper, requiring the mage to push their whole arm inside the archer, his rim nearly touching their shoulder. The archer was tensed in pain, prone on the warriors' lap, sobbing into the bedroll. "Please, I want it to be over!! Your arm's too big, it's too big!"

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to reach the last ones."

"You're tearing me apart! I can't do this! Your arm is hurting me, it hurts so fucking much!!!" The archer was yelling, grunting and gripping onto the bedroll as the mage worked and pulled another larva out of his ass. "They're too deep, gods they're so deep…"

The archer whined when the mage pulled the larva over his sensitive prostate, the whine turning into a whimper and grunt when the larva was finally pulled from his ass. "Stop! It's too fast. Please give me a break! You're hurting me…."

The mage didn't let themself overthink and pressed their hand into the archer's gaping asshole and slid their arm as deep as it could go to find the final two larva. The next one was just as deep as the last one, their entire arm reaching into the archer, their shoulder nearly touching his rim.

However, when the mage reached for the second to last larva, it was impossible to get a grip on it. The thing was so deep already, every time the mage had a grip on it and tried to pull it out, the thing would wiggle out of their hold and move deeper into the archer.

The archer was screaming in pain, "STOP IT. REMOVE YOUR ARM, IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!"

The mage tried again to unsuccessfully pull the larva out, but it was thrashing inside the archer, bruising his insides. The mage was worried about it breaching through one of the archer's walls and causing even more internal damage. They lubed their other hand.

The archer noticed and started thrashing against the warrior's hold, "NOO! I CAN'T TAKE THAT!!!! YOU'LL BREAK ME!!!"

They pressed their hand next to their arm still inside the archer. "I'm sorry, I can't grasp the last two, they're too deep." They carefully pressed their second hand inside the archer, his rim first protesting the extra girth, then slowly releasing, allowing the mage's hand passage into his internal tract.

The archer froze, then thrashed against the warrior. "STOP IT!!! REMOVE YOUR ARMS!!!! YOU'RE BREAKING ME APART!!!!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME, YOU'RE KILLING ME!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hold—" the mage's voice broke, "hold him down or else he's going to hurt himself!"

Literal tears gathered in his eyes at the mage's suggestion, but still, he held the tossing archer down with both hands, anchoring him to his legs. The tears fell when he tried to console the sobbing archer, "you're doing so well! Just two more larva! I know it hurts, just endure it for a bit more! You're being so strong! Keep crying, it's okay, it'll be over soon."

The archer was screaming bloody murder, trying to escape the double fisting. His throat was scratching from yelling so hard and he was losing his voice fast. He wheezed and choked, "please! Gods, please!! Stop…remove your arms."

The mage pushed both arms fully inside the archer, nearly up to their shoulders and reached for the larva. They grabbed the tail of the creature and yanked backwards as hard as they could. The archer's eyes flew open and garbled a response as the air was forced from their lungs with the backwards force.

Once the larva was out, the archer coughed and cried, "please, please, please, I want this to be over. I can't take this anymore. Your arms are bigger than the spider's cock, I can't do this again. I can't do this again. Please don't do that again. Please don't hurt me again. Please. Please. Please. Please. I can't do this. Please stop hurting me."

"I'm so sorry. I'm almost done.." The mage pushed both of their hands in at the same time and dove deep into the archer, reaching for the last and final fucking larva. Then this would leave this fucking cave and this would over.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU'RE TEARING ME OPEN!!!!! IT HURTS!!! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!"

The mage drove their hands inside until they felt the final larva and pulled. It. Was. Massive. Their hands could barely touch and they were only holding onto the tail. It had to be at least twice the size of the rest of the larva before it.

"What—NO!! NO!! NOOOOOO! HOW BIG IS THAT THING!!! I can't!! Wait—WAIT!!!!" The archer threw his head back and his body clenched when the larva was pulled through his anal tract.

"I think it's twice as big.." The mage was panting, struggling with the larva as it fought to stay inside the archer.

"STOP! Gods! It's moving too much! IT'S GOING TO KILL ME! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

The larva had reached the archer's prostate, the final massive larva crushing the pleasure spot until the archer was shaking uncontrollably in sensation.

"STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!! GET IT OFF MY PROSTATE!! DON'T LET ME CUM!!!!!!!"

The mage was still working to pull the larva out of the archer's ass, both hands spreading his hole wide, but they saw the warrior reach a hand under the trembling archer to grab his cock and hold it at the base.

The archer's head shot up, eyes wild and frantic, "fuckhhHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" His entire body was tense, his rim gaped wide, but tightening around the larva as it exited. "Wait!!! No stop!!! It can't fit it!!"

"Last one, you can do it!" The mage pulled the larva, opening the archer's hole around the wide body of the creature and both of their hands.

His rim opened slowly, his skin quivering and shaking as he screamed at the mage to stop. "NOOOOOAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!!! It hurts!!! It HURTS! It HURTS!! IT HURTS!!!!"

Finally, the last larva was pulled from the archer's ass. The mage heaved the last larvae up and tossed it into the bonfire.

The archer fell into the warrior's hold completely and sobbed. "That hurt. That hurt so fucking much. Oh gods, my ass is in so much pain. I'm dying, I know I am."

The warrior lifted the archer up and pulled him to his chest, cradling his face to the side of his neck, rocking them back and forth, "You do so great, I know that hurt, but you did so well. You're okay, you're gonna be okay." The archer sobbed into the warrior's neck, body limp and tired.

The mage was dripping with sweat from the extremely warm cave and the exertion of pulling the larva from the archer for the last few hours. "I—I'm sorry, there's still slime left inside you…we have to get it out."

The archer froze, softly whispering "no."

"I'll be quick."

"Please. I'm so tired. Please…" the archer looked at the mage, eyes pleading, face covered with snot and tears, cheeks gaunt.

"It's draining your mana and stamina. It's probably why you can't move."

The archer's belly clenched and he closed his eyes. When he opened them, tears were threatening to fall, "don't make it hurt."

"I—" the mage held their breath and firmly nodded towards the archer. They swallowed a few times and gathered the sterilized lube-water in a swirling ball. It would be better to wish someone out with water, but the mage knew how sensitive the archer was inside, the imbued lube would feel infinitely better than water…and they could deal with anything leaking from his ass when they left. They cleared their throat, "get comfortable, but spread your legs."

The archer shoved his face into the warrior's chest and whimpered. The warrior cooed at him again, "you can do this. Then you'll be done." They laid the archer back against his legs and pressed one hand to his neck, massaging his muscles there. He softly adjusted the archer's legs, giving the mage access between them.

The mage crawled forward on his knees. He swirled the ball of water with one hand and pulled one of the archer's cheeks back with the other, revealing his puffy and gaping hole.

"Try to relax."

The archer whimpered. When the water touched his ass, he jolted in shock, moaning. The mage funneled the water until it was a small tube and let it flow into the archer, filling him slowly with all the water from the swirling ball.

"It's too much water!" The archer's back was bowed and his arms trembled from this grip on the bedding.

"I'm sorry."

"You took that so well, good job, just breathe. You're doing great!"

The mage worked the water into the archer, collecting the slime and encasing it inside their magic water. They couldn't nullify its power. This stuff was dangerous. They worked the water deeper into the archer, trying to get all the slime as quickly as possible,

The archer started sobbing again. "You're too deep!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm trying to work fast."

"You're so deep, I–I can't. Stop. Stop!"

The mage stopped. Panting. The archer was right, the water was deep inside him. But it was difficult for the mage to control this depth, without causing too much strain on the archer. They stopped controlling the water and the water pooled in the archer's belly, bloating them out between the warrior's legs.

"Wait!! NO! It hurts more!! Stop!"

The mage reached their hands forward to press against the archer's swollen belly, frantic to get control of the water again. They surged their magic through the archer, grabbing onto every trace of the water and suspending it inside the archer's tract, barely holding him open. The mage could feel every breath the archer took, feel every tremor along their belly.

"I'm sorry."

The archer had his forehead pressed to the bedroll, "just get it out."

The mage worked pressing their hands to the archer's belly, eyes closed, focused on cleaning him out without putting additional pressure inside his tract. Their brow sweated with the effort, and they could feel the water moving through the archer, flowing through his belly, clearing him out. The mage worked, moving the water from the depths of the archer, back towards his hole. The archer moaned when he realized this really was about to be over.

The mage flowed the water out of his hole and the archer tensed, body clenched tight, "Stop! Gods, that feels like I'm about to—" he wiggled and his hole quivered around the water flowing out.

"I'm sorry, I'm almost done."

The mage finished flowering the rest of the water out of the archer's ass and swirled it into a ball again. It was three times the size of when they started. The mage stood up and walked over the bonfire, letting the water evaporate over the fire. Some water dripped onto the fire, so they stood watch, feeding the flames to make sure they didn't go out.

When the water was out, they stayed at the bonfire and grabbed a stick and poked at the embers, ensuring that all the larvae and slime had burned in the fire. They heard the warrior and the archer shuffling around, their voices whispered. The mage started into the flames, watching the way the fire burnt

"Com'ere."

When the mage turned around, they saw the warrior was cradling the archer in his lap, one arm wrapped securely around his body, the archer crying softly into his neck. The warrior was reaching his other arm out to the mage where he stood.

The mage slowly walked over to the pair, kneeling down just outside the bedrolls and not touching either of them. They looked at the archer, who still had his eyes closed. "I'm sorry" they whispered. "I—." They didn't know what to say.

"They were going to kill me." The archer still had his eyes closed where he was cradled against the warrior. "Gods, I feel like I'm fucking dying. My ass feels like it's on fire."

The mage reached a hand out, hovering it near the archer's face, "I'm so sorry."

The archer looked mage, eyes half open and tired, "I know"

"I—" the mage's voice broke, "I'm so sorry, I swear, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The archer was crying again, eyes red and puffy from all the tears that had fallen out of his eyes. "Stop apologizing. Be nice to me again."

The mage reached forward with a shaky hand, "I'm sorry" they whispered. They cradled the archer's neck in their palm, rubbing away tear tracks with their thumb, "I'm sorry." They pushed forward and bumped their foreheads together. The warrior's other arm came up and settled around the mage as he cuddled the archer's face to his own. "You did such a good job. I'm sorry."

The archer smiled, "Next time, if you get fucked by a giant create, I get to double fist your ass."

The mage cracked a smile as well, pulling the archer further into their personal space. Their voice cracked when they spoke, "yeah, sure, next time we can switch."

Kinktober 2024

[birthsworld]

Hello everyone, for the past month I've collected lots of birth videos.

Access Google Drive with a Google account (for personal use) or Google Workspace account (for business use).

Ps: im planning to update the folder with all sarah Schmids videos + if there is storage left some more birth videos

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[nymphovamp]

🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

[magicbellyboy-deactivated202603]

Reblogging because I need a job and a baby in my belly!!!

[spiderwell]

Kinktober: Day 14: Blindfolds

Andi finally worked his way up to his first sponsorship. His streams were consistently getting hundreds of viewers when he went live and he was contacted by a company pushing their new pay-to-cast pregnancy vials. The pregnancy vials came with an enchantment pad that magically imbued spells into the liquid, allowing someone to tailor or randomize their pregnancy experience.

What Andi didn't know was that the sponsorship list was leaked by hackers and everyone's lives were being bombarded with donations and extreme spell requests, making the streamers go through hours of endless agony to have the most extravagant births.

Andi was excited for his first sponsor and told his viewers he was going to keep with the theme of his bdsm account and give birth while blindfolded and restrained as well.

Andi started the livestream and blindfolded himself. He placed the vial on the enchantment pad and it immediately began to be magically imbued by donations, unable to see the massive uptick in viewers giving donations to the magical vial.

~

He played with himself on the bed as a warm-up, waiting for the donations to flow in, hearing the vial swirl with every new spell cast on it. He started with one of his largest dildos, placing it to his cunt and thrusting inside, stretching his hole. 

"Mmmmmm, got to get myself ready for this. I can hear how you're filling the vial, I'm getting excited for this evening."

After the warm-up, Andi reached out his hand to feel for the vial and sat back on his bed against preparing the magical cuff restraints. He placed one arm into the cuffs, leaving his free hand to hold the vial. 

The cuffs were set to be automatically released when he was done laboring from the magic vial. The enchantment pad also worked as a sensor that determined when Andi was done with labor and would deactivate the handcuffs. The cuffs were set for a maximum of 12 hours, but Andi was typically over with his streams in just a few hours, never reaching the maximum. 

"Bottoms up!" He swallowed the vial and placed his hands in the cuffs, feeling them instantly lock into place.

The magical concoction flowed into his stomach and Andi immediately tensed and started yelling. "Fuckkk-aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! It burns!"

Andi's body morphed before the viewers. His tdick elongated and turned into a pseudo-penis, his ass turned into an ona-hole and an additional cunt grew inside. His actual cunt grew massive inside him, elongating and bloating his belly outwards. He tried breathing through the changes, but his body was morphing faster than he could keep up with.

"Oh god! What's happening now? what did you pay for?!"

The boy's belly filled with eggs of various sizes and textures. The rapid labor spell activated, contracting his belly, squeezing the eggs towards his multiple holes. But a zero dilation spell worked against him, holding the eggs inside him, his birthing canals tight and still, refusing to release any of the eggs.  

Andi shook his head back and forth, "Oh fuck! It hurts so much! How many holes did you guys give me?!" He gasped when his belly button popped out, "Ohmygod, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I wish I could see how full you made me, I feel huge!" 

The eggs deformed Andi's stomach, making him groan and pant. Then, his belly visibly contracted, squeezing the eggs from the outside.

"Ahhhhhhhh! I'm starting labor now?! Already?" His belly was still trying to grow with eggs while it was contracting, "SHIT! How many eggs did you put in me?!"

He panted in the bed, straining, the pressure building inside him with nowhere to go. 

"Oh god! Oh GOD! They're coming!! I want to pushhhhhhhhhhh—FUCK! It hurts!"

The boy strained against his bonds, pushing, breathless. His back arched, trying to get him leverage to push. He still was not dilating.

"Arrgggghhhhhhh–everything hurts so much!" He pushed, but his body spasmed in protest, his birthing canals still clamped shut. "There's so much pressure! Am I—ahhhhhhhh—really in labor?" His stomach spasmed. "Nothing's moving!!" 

Andi labored for two hours, eventually breaking down into tears from the pain, sobbing against his lifted arms, still held in the restraints. He was at a zero dilation, the eggs pressed against his hips, bruising his pelvic muscles. But his holes held tight with the anti-birthing magic, holding his waters back, letting the eggs batter against his insides, leaving the boy with no progress.

"Please." Andi choked on his tears. He pushed weakly, but nothing moved downwards. "Get out! I need them out." With his hands restrained, there was no way he could reverse the vial pregnancy using the enchanting pad or even call a friend for help. 

The stream was still live, he could hear the sounds of the donations increasing the longer he labored. He never let anyone know what city he lived in, there was no way anyone in his chat was going to help. 

He screamed and pushed, but nothing happened. "Whyyyyy-hhaahhh-aahhhhhhh?!" His belly was tight and huge, his skin stretched thin around the large eggs. "Whyyyy won't they move?" His contractions continued, increasing the pressure on his poor tummy, squeezing the eggs downwards and onto his sore pelvis. "Please! It hurts so bad! I need them out!" 

Another contraction gripped his belly, ripping another howl from his throat. He pushed as hard as he could, but nothing moved inside him.

Andi labored for an additional four hours. By then he was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his body overheated and cold from the air. His entire being was focused on the mass of eggs inside his stomach, unwilling to budge.

"Please!"—sobs—"I can't."— sobs—"I'm trying"—sobs—"so hard and I"—sobs —"I can't get them"—sobs—"to move!"

Andi whimpered with every contraction, letting his sobs shake his belly. He didn't have the strength to push anymore, the eggs a relentless and powerful pressure against his holes. His entire groin was throbbing from the pressure. 

At exactly the sixth hour, the zero dilation spell wore off and Andi's holes fully dilated in a matter of seconds. 

"AaaaggghhhhhhhhhHHHHHAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE! NO! NOOOOO! I'M BEING TORN APART!!!!! STOP!!! STOP ITTTTTTT!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!"

The eggs started making progress towards his exits. He widened his legs to make room for the eggs, but his hips were on fire from the stretch of multiple eggs trying to be born at once. 

"Wait! What the—" he flung his head back against the restraints like he was electrocuted. He gasped for breath, "NO! No, no, no" —gasp—"STOP!!" An egg was moving out of his new cock, slowly traveling along the underside, stretching him open. "FUCKKKKKKKKK! IT FUCKING BURNS!! GGGUUUUUGGGGHHH!!" It traveled up his cock and to his tip, spreading him open. "NOT THERE! IT WON'T FIT!!!"

The egg crowned, holding his tip open for a few seconds before popping out of his dick, falling to the bed with a wet plop, his cockhole gapping, dripping open. "No! Please! I can't do that again!!! Stop! Waitttt! No!" He tried to squeeze his bladder closed like he was holding his piss, but it only made the pain worse. He flinched in pain when the next egg pushed its way through his prostate and into his cock anyway. "OH MY GOD!!! AAAEEEEEEEEIIIHHHHH It burns! It burns! Oh my god, it's so big! No not again!! I can't!!"

The rest of the eggs were making their way out of his holes and he writherd in the bed "Fuck! They're ripping ME APART!!"

Andi screamed for five minutes straight as the eggs moved into his birthing canals, stretching and filling him. His asshole was widened by two large eggs, one from his anal tract and another from his new womb. Both eggs were fighting to exit first, making his asshole gape open. The egg in his cunt was crowing, held inside by the extra pressure from the eggs in his ass. His cock was birthing egg after egg, making him convulse in pain every time an egg pushed through his prostate. 

"NO! I CAN'T! I'm going to tear! They can't fit! There are three eggs, I can't, I can't!" But the eggs were making their way out of him regardless. 

"My pussy is tearing!!!! HHHHAAAGGGHHHH." The boy was stretched in a ring of fire around the egg, his legs quivering with the effort, his cunt elongated and stretched around the egg as it left his body. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! It hurts!! IT HURTS!!! IT WON'T FIT!!!" He opened his legs even wider and pushed, holding his breath to get more leverage. The egg inched out of his hole and he chanted, "get out, get out, get out" until his face was red and blotchy. 

The egg popped from his hole and fell to the bed. Immediately, the two eggs in Andi's ass rearranged in the additional space and started spreading his hole wide and pressing out. 

"FUCK!! NOOOO! NOT NOW! STOPPP!! I CAN'T BIRTH TWO AT A TIME!!!! GGGGGHHHRRRRGHTHHHH"

Both eggs were holding his hole open and moving at a snail's pace out of his hole. In the meantime, another egg was pushing against his cunt, just behind the two in his ass.

"GET OUT!! OH MY GOD THIS HURTS SO FUCKING BAD!! MY ASSHOLE IS GOING TO TEAR, IT CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!! AAAHHHHHHHH!" 

The eggs moved and held him open at a burning crown, his hole red and inflamed from how stretched it was. "I"M ON FIRE!! IT'S KILLING ME!!! THE EGGS ARE TOO BIGGGGGGHHHHHAAHHAHH!!!"

The eggs pushed out, holding Andi open at their widest point, making the boy screech and damage his vocal cords. The eggs shot out of his ass, cracking into the one from his cunt. The boy sagged against the bed, wheezing in pain. 

Another one in his cunt started crowing and the boy sobbed. When he went to scream this time, his voice was broken and raspy, "Fuck, my pussy hurts! I'm still so sore from the first one! How many eggs are there?!" The egg popped out with a sob from the boy, "I can't do this, I can't, I can't, I can't."

Eggs left the boy against his will for hours. His face was covered in snot and tears, his voice was gone by the end, his cries were hoarse and miserable, begging for the birth to be over. He begged for the eggs to slow down, for two to stop coming out of his ass at once, for the eggs to be done. But the eggs ravaged his holes, spreading and stretching him raw, uncaring about his tears or begging. 

Three hours later, Andi felt something was wrong. It had been nine hours since he drank the vial and there was still no end in sight. The eggs had slowed down, coming once every few minutes now. He could feel the birthed eggs piling up between his legs, but his belly was still so large, there were still so many eggs left inside.

"I think something is— AAAHHHRRRRHGHGHG—WHAT IS THAT?! His belly was contracting again, like it was earlier in labor, squeezing his belly, pushing his belly towards his spine and squeezing the eggs towards his exits. 

"Why NOW?" His belly squeezed. "FUCK! These contractions hurt so much WORSE! What's going—" he choked, body freezing, eyes wide, whispering "no."

His belly continued to contract, rippling and tensing, creating a tight dome in front of the boy. His breathing was shallow, his body sweating as he attempted to lay still. He moved his legs open even wider, pulling his knees up towards his chest, around his distanced belly, nearly in the splits. 

"Stop. Please. I can't." Andi looked scared. 

On the next contraction, he flung his head back and howled, his voice cracking and shrill. He closed his eyes and pressed his chin to his chest.

"THEY'RE COMING!" He flung his head back. "OH GOD, THEY'RE HUGE! OH MY GOD, THEY ARE GOING TO SPLIT ME IN HALF!"

More eggs could be seen crowing at the boy's pussy and ass. He gasped in his bonds, "I can't do this, they are too big, they are too fucking big, they'll never fit, I'm going to die, I'm going to DIEEEEEGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The one in his cunt pushed out, opening his hole. It was three times the size of the previous eggs. "MY PUSSY IS BREAKING!!! IT'S TOO BIG!!!" The egg slowly made its way out, holding Andi open in the widest crown of his like. "IT CAN'T FIT, OH MY GOD MY DICK IS TEARING!!!" 

The egg was protruding out of Andi's pussy, bulging his crotch. His asshole was elongated, an egg could be seen just inside, but the egg was so large that it was pulling his groin forward and stretching the base of his dick. 

"No! No! No! NO! My pussy's too wide, stop, it's stretching my dick!!" The egg in his cunt continued to push out of the boy, dragging his cock and asshole with it. "OHMYGOD NOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAHAHHHHHGGHHHWWWHHHHHHHH." The massive egg held his cunt open at a crown. His lips quivered, his legs trembled. The eggs at his ass started bulging his hole open and eggs filled his stretched cock. "IT BURNS!! IT BURNS!! IT BURNS!! IT BURNS!!!!" 

The egg crowned and Andi struggled to engage any of the muscles in his over-taxed cunt and tried to push. With a massive effort, Andi pushed and the egg moved in painfully slow motion, before it quickly burst out of his hole. The egg fell on top of the large egg pile, crushing the eggs below it. "Fuckkkkkkkkk. That hurttttttTTTTT—AAAAHHHHHHGGG!!! The eggs! FUCK!!! More eggs are coming now. I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!" 

The base of his dick had stretched so far, two eggs started pushing through Andi's prostate. He convulsed against the bed, limbs shaking with overstimulation of feeling his prostate absolutely stuffed and tenderized. The boy humped his hips, trying to get away from the feeling or chase it he didn't know. More eggs moved into the birthing canals of his cunt and ass. The two eggs moved up his dick, his cockhole dripping and inflamed from being stretched so far. "NOOOooooooooo!, I can't…" Andi pushed the eggs out with a sob.

"Everything hurts!! it hurts so much.." He sobbed in his restraints, his upper body tired and hanging limp in the bed. His legs pulled open, the muscles on his thighs clenched so tight they were numb.

The massive eggs at his ass were pushing against his hole and all Andi could do was moan. "Please. Noooooooo. I can't do this anymore! I can't! It hurts too much."

But the eggs pushed, holding his hole open. Andi gasped and cried in his bonds, wishing he could at least change positions from laying on his back, the double ass birth agony on his spine and hole. 

The eggs moved towards his exit and Andi took a breath and pushed, "Ahhhh—aaahhhhhhh—aaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW. The eggs are too big! I can't do this!" The eggs crowned, making his hole shiver and throb. "I can't! It's too much! I can't! I can't!" The eggs crowned at their widest point, "Oh my GOD! MY ASS, THE EGGS ARE DESTROYING MY ASS. OH! MY HOLE, IT BURNS SO BAD!!" 

The eggs took two minutes to finish crowning through their ring of fire and push out of Andi's hole. "Oh my god my ass hurts!!! I'm never going to be the same, it'll never heal from this. Oh my god, it fucking hurts!!!"

Another large pushed against Andi's cunt and two more pressed into his prostate. "EEEEEEEAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!" His holes gaped open, his canals throbbing from the slide of more eggs. "How many more eggs are there??!!!!!"

Andi continued to labor for another three hours. Birthing larger and larger eggs through his holes, trying to help push when he had the strength. His holes felt like they were being torn apart. He never stopped screaming. 

The largest eggs were as wide as bowling balls. Andi sobbed, body tired and limp, tears flowed down his face and all that was left was for him to beg for it to be over, "Please. I want them out." The eggs crowned and held his flesh open. Tears flowed down his face, "They're so big, I don't think I can—aaaaawwwwwhhhhhhhhh" 

An egg crowned at his cunt, his legs held open in nearly the splits to make room. "It hurts! My hips! It can't fit!" His hips were bruised and sore from being held open so unnaturally wide for so long. He sobbed as the egg continued to push through his body, crowning out of his hole. "My pussy is BREAKING! IT HURTS so fucking BAD!" 

The egg crowned to its widest peak, making Andi take gasping sobs, "Please!!!!" —sob—"its too much" —sob—"I can't push anymore!!!" His agonized hole shook with the effort to birth the egg. It slid out at a slow pace. "It's destroying my pussy!! PLEASE get OUT!!" 

Finally, the egg popped out, only for another of the same size to align with his asshole. 

Andi broke down in tears, sobbing, his flatter belly shaking with every sob. Every sob increased the pressure inside him, squeezing the eggs. "It hurts….." —sob—"everything hurts!!! Please, I can't push another egg out that size." The egg in his ass started to crown, pushing his hole open against his will. "I can't…please, it's too much…I can't push in my ass anymore, please, it won't fit.."

Andi birthed another four of the massive-sized eggs before he hit the twelve hour time limit. Andi was in the process of crowning a fifth egg through his cunt when the timer ended and the enchantment pad beeped, indicating the end of the session. 

The restraints holding him to the bed disengaged. The eggs in his belly and cunt disappeared and Andi was released. His cunt spasmed around the loss of the hard egg, gaping open squeezing around air. 

Andi laid on the bed where he was released and sobbed for a few more minutes, decompressing from the unexpected experience. 

The donations in his steam were flowing in. When Andi finally found the strength to lift his head and look at the stream on his computer, he saw he had more viewers and donations than all his other streams combined. 

There were comments telling him how hot the scene was, expressing disappointment in not seeing him birth the last egg, asking him when he was going to do a stream like this again. Andi nervously laughed and said his goodbyes to the camera. The chat was disappointed that he wasn't going to jack off after that, but Andi was done with the stream for the night.

In his dm's was a message from the hacker group that bombarded his stream, letting him know that if he ever wanted to do a stream with a pregnancy vial without a time limit, to contact them. 

Kinktober 2024

[pushitsonlythethirdbaby]

I can't believe this only has 32 notes. so fucking hot

[push4mebaby]

I came unbelievably hard to this🤤

https://youtu.be/ouxO4G32npU

[pushitsonlythethirdbaby]

ugh I haaateeee kids in birthing videos. aside from the fact that its just weird af to me, im never gonna get off if theres a kid crying in the background or worse staring into the camera 😖

[spiderwell]

Delinquent Ranch

When little boys misbehave too much, they are sent to the delinquent ranch as punishment.

~~~

When little boys misbehave too much, they can be sent to the delinquent ranch as punishment. For six months they will be milked and forced to give birth, living as on a farm of anthros. After their time at the ranch, their sentence then will be determined based on how much they contributed to the ranch.

~

When boys are sent to the ranch, they first go through orientation and preparation. First they eat a simple meal laced with laxatives. The boy's food intake and bowel movements will be heavily monitored and controlled for the next six months. The team will then begin cleaning them from the inside out. The boys will be sprayed with a foaming soap and scrubbed raw. Then the team will administer multiple enemas. Once the boys are releasing clear water, they will fill them with a final enema of harsh soap in all their holes and then plug them up, just to ensure everything is clean. By this point the boys will be crying and pleading for it to stop, to release the abrasive liquid, many of them will see their little tummies full and bloated for the first time. They will be forced to hold the soapy mixture as they are strapped to chairs and made to watch the orientation video. 

The orientation video will introduce the boys to the milking and breeding ranch, their purpose here will be to produce as much boymilk and birth as many anthros as possible. Some boys will protest, disbelieving that this is going to happen to them. Some only have a boyhole, so they will be confused about how they will give birth. Other boys will plead with the orientation team, trying to get out of their punishment. All reactions are acceptable. Their questions will be answered by the tour.

Once the video is over, they will be led to the bathroom and forced to bend over a metal bar and expel the contents of their tummies. Some will be too embarrassed to push out the water, so their bellies will be squeezed by the team until they are empty. Then the team will take bristle brushes and scrub their holes clean. The boys will inevitably shout and try to close their legs in pain, but the team is used to struggling boys, so they will be extra thorough during this process, holding the boys down and expertly digging the brushes into the boys holes, making sure all surfaces get a good scrub. The boy's will shriek as their holes are tenderized in the process, but this procedure is necessary to ensure they are completely clean.

Once raw and clean, the boys will be led out to the horses to begin their tour. They will be forced to sit on ribbed 12'' dildo saddles. Many of the boys will yell that they can't do this, this is the first time their boyholes are being breached, screaming as they are placed on the tips of the dildos. Many boys will be shocked to see the dildo visible through their little tummies as it pushes inside them. Some of them will try to relax and open up, used to taking cock, but will still be shocked at the girth and length of the dildos. Either way, at this stage all the boys will inevitably cry when they are placed on the horse dildos and many of them will start hyperventilating or sobbing uncontrollably. 

Addimitly, it will hurt as their assholes are opened by the blunt head of the rubber horsecocks and and it they will feel some discomfort as the thick girth of the dildos to expands their little colons, as the team forces them to sit ass-to-saddle, unlubed. And so overdramatic reactions are to be expected, but keep forcing the dildos into their boyholes and they will all eventually fit on the saddles, they all need to be introduced to this farm orientation. Despite the boys' protests that it won't fit or they will break, every boy can fit on the saddle. Even the tightest and smallest boy will be able to fit. The horses will be trained to ignore the screams and cries of the boys as they are secured on their backs, but they may stomp impatiently which will jostle the dildos as they are inserted into the boys, so it is best to have all boys placed on the dildos within a few minutes of arrival.

When the boys begin their tour, the horses' trotting will force the dildo to harshly fuck in and out of the boys' boyholes, stretching them open and wide with every step. Most of the boys will scream and cry at this stage, unable to handle the sharp pain in their insides. Even the ones used to anal play will break at the size and brutal thrusting of the dildos. It is encouraged to take the boys on the scenic route first, to get them used to the girth and motion of the dildos in their boyholes before beginning the tour. 

The first part of the tour is the different milking barns. These barns are enormous and are filled with boys as far as the eyes can see. Boys in the milking barn are on hands and knees, straps around their neck and waist keeping them in place so they cannot lay on the ground and their assholes are always available. All boys are set up with suction cups to their little dicklets, collecting any spunk that spurts out. The boys will have all types of reactions, moaning, screaming, crying, even if they are passed out or disassociated in silence, the milking will continue 20 hours a day. 

The milking barn is split by type, first anthros, then electric probes. The anthros section has large stalls behind the boys, so any anthro can pick any boy of their choosing and begin fucking them. Bulls, horses, oxen, and buffalo anthros are allowed into the stalls, stuffing their large cocks into the boy's holes, fucking the cum out of them. The larger the anthocock, the better as far as the farm is concerned. Large cocks are always better at fucking little boy's holes and producing the most cum in a day. 

These boys will first plead and bargain with the anthros, trying to get out of the rough fucking they are about to receive, but they will be ignored. The first breach will have the boys shrieking and crying out at the forced intrusion, but as the large anthro cocks start pounding into their prostates, they will quiet down, and will start whimpering and sobbing as their dicklets are stimulated into releasing spurt after spurt of cum into the pumps. 

The other section of the barn is filed with automated electrical probes. Once the boys are placed in the stalls, the probes are placed directly into the boy's boyholes and set to start. The electroshock is applied directly to the boys' prostates and they are forced cum every time they feel their p-spots shocked. The probes will be programmed to maximize the amount of cum gathered. Sometimes it will edge the boys, leaving them begging to cum all day long until they will be allowed to release at the end of the day, making them to cum for minutes on end, overstimulating them, forcing them to orgasm over and over until they are completely empty and shaking. Then the probe will press harder into their prostates and increase the intensity, making sure the boy is empty. Sometimes the probes will milk the boys all day long, leaving them in a hazy state of arousal, instantly milking them as soon as their balls produce an ounce of cum, making them beg for it to stop and give them a break

While the anthro part of the barn is filled with frantic screaming and crying, the electroshock section of the barn is filled with high pitched shrieks and guttural moans as their little boy prostates are forced to cum over and over again.

The next milking barn is focused on stimulating and sucking milk from little boytits. Some boys on the tour will be shocked to see this barn since they assume their boytits can't produce milk. But all it just takes is the right amount of stimulation. Some little boys cry at the prospect of using their boytits to produce milk, but it doesn't matter. All little boys are here for punishment, they will all use their boytits to produce milk, their boymilk is so very valuable. Luckily the barn can speed up the milk production process through a combination of stimulating jellies and electroshocks. The boys' nipples will be stimulated for hours and many will moan and cry tears of arousal. Those with cocklets will not be allowed to cum, they will have cages on their little cocklets because they will need to save their boycum for the other milking barn. Those with boyclits will be stimulated endlessly, overstimulated and forced to cum over and over again, as it will increase milk production. 

Once their nipples are raw and overstimulated they will be ready for the suction cups. Sharp needles will be placed into the boys' nipples, releasing a liquid that stimulates milk creation. At this point, the boys will be screaming and shrieking at a high volume, they will all try to twist out of their restraints, the suction cups will descend on their nipples and begin sucking, hard. The boys are placed through endless cycles of stimulation and suction, pulling as much milk from their little boytits as possible. 

The next set of barns are for birthing anthros. The first barn is dedicated to the various kinds of eggs they need for the barn. Chickens and ducks produce small eggs, so the boys will be overfilled, bellies bulging with hundreds of eggs inside them. Since the eggs are so small, it is easy to overfill their bellies and lose count of how many eggs are inside them. The eggs should be small enough to not cause discomfort on insertion, but the boys will cry anyway, many will cry out of fear and not pain, so at least it should be quieter.  The boys will grow larger everyday until they can lay at the end of the week. The small eggs push out easily, but often shoot out too fast, bruising the boys' holes when they exit. Often the boys will want to get through the birth quickly and push so hard that two eggs will exit at once, stretching the boys' rims extra wide, making them wince and cry out. 

The boys who are filled with ostrich and emu eggs should be filled with fewer total eggs, so they are stuffed just as wide; however, all the egg depositors often go neglected and the boys will be overfilled with eggs. These boys will be the most miserable out of the bunch and will spend their pregnancies moaning at how their bellies hurt, begging to be released of the pressure, to give birth early. But this isn't a negotiation, this is punishment. They will be expected to push out the eggs in the same amount of time as all the other boys. Hollering and crying as they bulge their holes and their faces strain to push the wide eggs. They will yell for help, but the farmhands will watch as their holes crown with the hard-shelled eggs, displacing their hips, painfully sliding in and out of them for hours. The slippery surface will make it especially difficult for the boys to get a good grip on the shell, even if they crown, it will be difficult to push the eggs all the way out.

Some boys also have little boycunts and they will probably beg the farmhands not to fill them there too, they are too small, but the farm is economical. A hole is a hole. Their boycunts are just another place a boy can incubate eggs and contribute to the farm. However the double-stuffed boys will face the most difficulty during pregnancy, birthingout eggs from their boyholes and boycunts at the same time, often unable to stop or slow the birth from either hole. When the eggs inevitably exit at the same time, these boys will scream even louder than the ones pushing out ostrich eggs. Their crotches will bulge obscenely and sometimes they will have micro-tear when they push out the eggs, this is to be expected and does not affect the birthing process. Most boys should be able to continue pushing, no matter how much they will scream and beg to be released or say they can't push anymore. 

However, sometimes a boy will be stubborn and will not push his eggs out in the allotted time. In these cases, he will become egg-bound and start producing double-eggs. Double-eggs are eggs that have continued to grow inside the boys, developing another egg around the unbirthed egg and encasing everything in another shell. Double-eggs are a rarity, so when there are not enough natural egg-bound boys, a few will also be chosen to become egg-bound. The boys will be placed in chastity cages and forced to retain eggs for a month at a time. They will scream and cry as they realize their eggs will not be released in one week like they thought. Many of the boys will still try to push the eggs out, but inevitably the eggs will get stuck inside them, some stuck at their narrow hips, some stuck at the crowning stage, all stopped by the chastity cage. The boys will be stretched painfully wide, unable to birth, stuck in their painful situation because of their own misbehavior. The farm hands will not have time to deal with these bad boys, leaving them stretched painfully around their eggs for days. The boys will desperately scream for help, unable to do anything to relieve the fiery pressure of their unborn eggs. 

At the end of the month, the boys will be allowed to give birth. They will sob and wail as their insides stretch and contract and the eggs start moving towards their pelvis. Many boys will have trouble pushing the eggs down to their holes and even more will have trouble crowing the eggs. Those birthing from their boyholes will feel their bodies contract painfully and without relief around the large eggs, forcing them nonstop towards the exit. Those with birthing canals will feel the actual pain of childbirth, but for an egg. They will dilate and contract around the eggs, forcing them to live with the pain until they reach active labor and can finally help push the egg down.

Their crotches will be bulging for hours, and they will also beg the farm hands for help with their births, but the boys will be left to sit and push the eggs out on their own. They will screech and bawl as they strain to force the eggs towards their entrances, spreading their legs as wide as possible to make room for the gigantic eggs. Their faces will be drenched in tears as they struggle to birth the over-large eggs. The eggs they were unable to birth a month ago will now take their revenge on their holes, forcing their holes to break open as they batter down through the shrieking boys. Even if some of the boys give up and refuse to give birth like the last time, their bodies will revolt. The boys will always give birth. Their bodies will continue the contractions, squeezing each egg towards the boy's holes, painfully opening them wide and the eggs eventually penetrating out, without the boy's help or compliance.

The next breeding barn is for live births. This is where all the non-egg anthros are bred. There are boys having litters of puppies, kittens, goats, and lambs. Screams will fill the air as they struggle to give birth to foreign anthros. The smaller anthros can easily slide out of the boys, but despite the easy birth, the boys always seem distressed at the prospect of giving birth to non-humans. Some are sobbing for days after giving birth, unable to accept the fact that they just gave birth to anthros through their holes. Small anthros are always artificially inseminated into boys, to maximize the litters, but this will leave many boys in denial about the nature of their pregnancies unable to accept they will be birthing anthros and not humans. It won't matter, they can be impregnated again, the crying doesn't affect the effectiveness of their holes.

The larger anthros are the most difficult live births on the farm. To ensure everyone gets to experience this extreme punishment, the large anthros births are on a rotation, each boy taking a turn after he has birthed all species of eggs. The boys are impregnated with foal, oxen, and buffalo calves. Most boys can only hold 2-3 of these at a time, but the most fertile boys can get pregnant with multiples of 5-6. The farm is always hoping for quality boys for the large multiple births, those are the money makers. Rich anthro families will pay triple for multiple of five or larger. Large anthro births are always the most painful, they have the highest chance of injury, and they take the longest, the boys pregnant for three weeks and in labor and delivery for days.

Live births begin with sharp contractions, the rapid gestation causing labor to start quickly and painfully. The boys will be laboring for hours as the large anthros shift and transition, preparing for birth. If the boys are lucky, their waters will break one anthro at a time, but many are unlucky and will pop multiple waters at once and the boys will have to endure the pressure of multiple anthros battling to exit at once. Once the labor starts, the boys will scream and try to push the anthros out of their holes, but their bellies will often be too large, too filled, and it will be difficult for them to push. They will be placed in birth chairs or birthing benches for easy access to their holes. 

Large anthros always take time to transition into active labor, the anthros will move slowly because they are forced to carve out room in the boys' smaller bodies. The boys will start screaming early in the birthing process, even though their pain will only increase as the labor progresses. When they begin active labor, some will tear their vocal cords shouting for it to stop, just like some will tear their little holes pushing the anthros out. The strange shape of the anthros' heads cause extreme discomfort for the boys as their insides are stretched and scraped by horns and hooves and irregular shaped heads. 

When the boys start crowning, they will need to take time to stretch. Some will tear anyway, but they will all tear open completely if their bodies are left to push the anthros out on their own. Human babies have big heads, anthro babies often have large shoulders. Farmhands will let the boys stretch and birth until they feel the full fire of crowing, then they will strap the boys into chastity devices to pause their laboring. Their crotches will bulge obscenely around the large unborn head of the anthros pushing against the chastity cage, unable to move, holding the boys open at the most agonizing stretch of their lives. The boys will then understand that this is the most painful part of the birthing process. Each large anthro requires one hour of crowing and stretching before they are born. Some boys will start the crowing process already screaming in pain, while others will try breathing through it, but over the hour will succumb to the burning gape of their holes, and all boys will end up wailing, clutching their huge tunnies, pleading to let them give birth. But one full hour crowing is necessary to fully prepare them for large anthro births and to ensure each boy feels their punishment. 

When the boys give birth, they will shake and tear their throat open screaming from the burn of the anthros exiting their holes. The horns will catch on sensitive lips, the shoulders will force the boys to open even wider than before, their holes white hot in sharp pain. The large anthros will force the boys to split open, without relief, for the entire process of birth. The anthros will move slowly, taking hours to fully pass through the birthing hole. Once they are birthed, the boys will be left panting and sobbing on the floor, holes gaping wide. All boys will go through at least three large anthro births while at the ranch.

When the tour is complete, the boys on horseback will be scared and most likely crying when they return. They will frantically plead and beg not to be placed within the milking and breeding barns, but the farm hands are on a schedule. They do five orientations a day and they need to get the boys processed so the next group can come in. The boys will be pulled from their saddle dildos, screeching as their tender holes are ripped, possibly for the first time, whimpering and sobbing as they are led out of the orientation room to be prepped for their roles on the farm.

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Inspired by @boytumms post:

https://www.tumblr.com/boytumms/732921515361927168/ive-been-thinking-about-pocket-monster-boys

[flnpushy-deactivated20250719]

It’s now more important than ever. Even though I love birth and pregnancy I want to officially state that Flnpushy is a Pro-Choice page. I support a woman’s right to choose under any circumstances.

[pushitsonlythethirdbaby]

public appeal to birth/labor fetish accounts

does ANYONE happen to have mysteriouslystripedlion's stories? They were amazing I have a couple from looking on internet archive and recently another account posted a drive collection full of birth stories that had two of them but I need them allll. Thanks!

[hyperia83-deactivated20181217]

Link to my google drive, 100% birth-related material (pics, stories, vids (real and roleplay)). ENJOY!

[birthwatch-deactivated20161007]

A nice selection.

[birthfetish]

birth fic - Google Drive

after receiving about a million emails about people trying to access this from an old post, here is a new link to my birth fic drive. enjoy!

[birthfetish]

uploaded some more gems last night for the first time in years! u can also message me for upload requests or if your story is in here and you want me to remove it

[pushitsonlythethirdbaby]

tweet that turned me on today lol

[birthfetish]

birth fic - Google Drive

after receiving about a million emails about people trying to access this from an old post, here is a new link to my birth fic drive. enjoy!

[birthfetish]

uploaded some more gems last night for the first time in years! u can also message me for upload requests or if your story is in here and you want me to remove it

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[amatororoszlan-deactivated20250]

Nemtom, milyen jó hír várhat hilnap: kiderul valami a rorsarchbol, ami még változtatja az egész életemet?

[pureimagination88]

This potato works!!

[pushitsonlythethirdbaby]

ex-pornstar struggles to push out baby

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cIyY1b1RzNQ&list=PLmQ5DnVfL877pe6jwqQ5slO6CJODU2kXw&index=36

[nolongerhereeeeeeee]

A goldmine of birth videos

P&B1 - Google Drive

[imagineyourepregnant]

Dinner is Served

(can credit as Caleb)

Dinner is Served

It was going to be my first Thanksgiving cooking the turkey. I always knew this task would be passed on to me eventually, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. My mother had passed a few months ago and as the only remaining female in the family, I had to take on the mantle. I had just hoped I would have filled out more by then. I look at myself in the mirror. At only 18, my frame remained slender, unremarkable. My body would be taking on an entirely new form by this time tomorrow. I took a deep breath, the turkey needed 24 hours from start to finish and if we were going to have the big meal by 4, I needed to get the pill now.

I left my room, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. Along the way, I passed a family photo from last year’s Thanksgiving. Me, my mom, my brother and my dad. I traced my mom’s image. This must have been taken right before dinner, her belly was huge, heavy. Her hands carefully clasped underneath it, holding it up. She had become so good at cooking the turkey that the process barely seemed to phase her.

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[smmaieu]

by Shashukerome Warning: Contains egg birth

Interesting story. The author has a couple other good ones too. 

By Shashukerome

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An epidemic was spreading around the world, causing sickness and death to toddlers not older than two. Even unborn babies were affected as well when more cases of miscarriage were reported. Babies became so sick and were unable to grow properly. Whenever they were given milk or baby food they would threw up blood. Babies became malnourished and died soon after. It had been two years, and there had been no signs of the pandemic stopping because more mothers lost their babies before they were even born.

Botanist-turned-scientist Nina Samuels discovered a method of speeding the process of pregnancy and helping future mothers to have healthy babies by using growth serum. Video documentaries of her were found weeks later in the lab at her home. But Nina was nowhere to be found.

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